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»I Shall Bid No Farewell«

by Suman Pokhrel, May 21, 2021

Fell in love with these hearts and this soil
these houses, these walls and streets.

Living a fraction of time somehow
from the fringes of life
I realised some dreams
have lodged in these eyes
some hearts have entered the heart.

Well, didn’t find life as anything special!

What heart touched is what is touched
what heart experienced is what is experienced
where heart lived is what is lived.

When will this time come up again?
where will these faces be seen again?
where will these hearts be met again?
when will these flowers of affection
bloom forth again
within such proximity of a garland?

which lake will these loves cross again?
where will these cool rivers of goodwill flow again?
where will these hills of faith stand again!

How far will such warm retreats give shelters
to hide troubled hearts unnoticed
without breaking,
like bird hiding eggs in nest?

I shall not go anywhere from here,
leaving these loves more than hearts.
I shall not cross these watercourses!
I cannot go away
leaving these hearts
that accommodate me entirely.

I shall not go out at all
given that my love is here
shall always stay attached to these hearts
I shall never bid farewell to this place!

But I have to send this body
anyhow from here.


(Translated from Nepali by Abhi Subedi)

Written: November 1998
Tags: Life Love People Philosophical Relationships

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